Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
She looks up at me, her hand on my chest. “This isn’t just about sex, Logan.”
I squeeze her hips harder. Her moan betrays her. The lust in her eyes betrays her, too. “No? You sure about that?”
She leans up and pulls herself close, almost off her feet. I grunt and wrap my arms tighter around her, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around me. My manhood bulges against her core, but there’s too much coat there, too many clothes. Carrying her into the living area, I sit her down on the back of the couch, sinking deeper into the kiss, the closeness.
She breaks off the kiss with a tempting moan, tilting her head at me. “Why do I feel you’re interested in only one thing tonight, Mr. Ice?”
“I’ll make you a deal,” I growl. “You give that sweet, curvy, pregnant body to me. You offer yourself up to fuck any damn way I want, and I’ll answer any damn question you want me to.”
“That’s a lot of swearing,” she says, laughing. “I hope you don’t have a potty mouth when the babies come along.”
“Babies?” I say, emphasizing the plural as I move my hand up her leg beneath her coat.
She glows. I’ve heard that phrase often about pregnant women, but she really does. “Maybe we’ll have twins.”
I smirk. “Or triplets.”
“Easy there,” she says, with another captivating laugh. Then a frown touches her lips.
“Why are you pouting?” I demand, my cock almost erupting with all the seed.
“You said we’re more than boyfriend and girlfriend because I’m pregnant, right?”
“Not just because you’re pregnant,” I say fiercely.
She tilts her head. A cute twitch on her lips. “No?”
I kiss the edge of her mouth. I’ve stopped moving my hand up her leg because I won’t be able to stop. I won’t be able to keep from massaging her eager slit, slipping my finger inside. “It’s… it’s a smell. It’s instinct. It’s animalistic. Don’t ask me to explain.”
“You said any question.”
“Deals go both ways.”
She moans, leaning forward. “I don’t have to make a deal to do this.”
She kisses me with a sense of adventure and daring. It’s like it’s as thrilling for her to overcome her shyness as it is for me to skate demon-like across the ice. However, this is heart-pounding for me, too.
I pick her up again, carrying her through the suite. Laying her down on the silk sheets, I stand, resisting the urge to rub my dick. I want to stroke it. Again, an animal need.
“Show me,” I groan, “your perfect pregnant body.”
She sits up, unzips her coat, then stands and slips out of it.
I take a step back. I can’t look away. I can hardly think. Holy fuck, she looks so good, smoking hot. Steamy as the flames that heated us the first time I took her. She’s wearing a black corset, pushing those big, juicy tits together. The tights stop at her thighs, showing her naked skin, and there’s a slit that shows her eager, pink pussy. My hands are shaking. My dick’s so hard it almost hurts.
“Do I look sil—”
“Sexy,” I grunt before she can say silly. “Jesus. You’ve got me so hard.”
“I bought it after we… I thought if we ever reconnected, but it felt silly. I left it in my closet. Do you really like it?”
I tear my T-shirt over my head, then pull my shorts and underwear down. My cock springs up. Precome leaks hotly out of my tip. “You can see how much I like it. Lie down. Spread your legs. Show me that fertile pussy.”
“I must be, right?” she says with a smile. “I mean, it was our first time.”
“If I could get you pregnant again, I would,” I groan, my dick twitching.
She lies on the bed and opens her legs. I pant as I walk to the edge of the bed and kneel. I reach up and stroke my hands along her body. I greedily sink my fingers into her gorgeously thick legs and kiss her thigh, getting closer to her center.
I smell her scent. It’s as though her fertility, pregnancy, and perfect young body are talking to me. I feel like I’m starving as I open my mouth, lick her clit, and suck on it. I pull it into my mouth and indulgently stroke it with my tongue, pushing down with pressure that makes her hips twitch for me.
I sink my hands deeper into her thighs, listening to her moans, minding the movement of her body, too. My woman makes such hypnotic noises when she’s lost in pleasure. The sounds tell me where to go, but it’s hard to listen. Hard to think about anything else except feasting on her soppy slit.
Her moans get louder, her body moving quicker when I push my tongue into her. I rub her clit with my thumb. I push my tongue deeper, letting her taste blossom across my mouth—so her. She whimpers in that telltale way when I tongue fuck her faster and rub her clit with more intent.